𝓢𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 . . .
A woman named Y/n DeChu Donowitz A.K.A "The Walking Wipe Out" and her dog Mischa, meet two reporters while seeking shelter from the harsh desert. One thing is for sure, Donowitz would never have guessed th...
❝ AND IT'S HARD TO HOLD A CANDLE, IN THE COLD NOVEMBER RAIN. ❞
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Meryl asked me where the gas station was and I told her. Once the short haired woman caught sight of the station she began to speed up more than before. I swear to god I could feel my eyes sinking back into my brain at how fast she was driving.
Vash screamed louder and Mischa began to growl, but not at the blond. I pet the dog's head, trying to calm him down. The dark haired dog started to settle, but his ears were still flat against his head. He was glaring at the sunglasses wearing man, Mischa started to growl once again, but quieter this time. The humanoid typhoon noticed Doberdane's strange behavior.
"What's wrong, bud?" Vash asked, smiling down at the dog. Mischa looked up at the spiky haired man, but just slightly turned his head and stopped growling. I was surprised that Vash the freaking Stampede was good with animals. I think anything that Vash does surprises me not gonna lie.
A shadow overtook the car and the vehicle came to an abrupt stop. The passenger seat flung open and Vash got out the sunglasses wearing man. Meryl immediately ran over to the entrance of the gas station and opened the door screaming:
"We need help! This man is hurt!" But the woman cut herself off when she noticed that the inside of the building as lifeless. I sighed as Mischa jumped out the same door that Vash got out of. I followed him and shut the door behind me. I walked in over to my dog who was standing next to Roberto just out the door of the small building. I took a peek inside the room.
Meryl looked to her left and saw that both of the people that ran the station were killed by someone or something.
"Our road kills got nothing on them." Roberto said, walking next to Meryl. I followed him and so did Mischa, but Vash stayed near the door with the dark haired man slumped against his shoulder. Meryl grimaced at the bodies. "This level of violence, could it be..."
"Could it be who?" The voice of the suit clad man rang out. We all looked at him in confusion, even Mischa. None of us had the time to say anything before a noise came from a locker in the corner of the room.
Vash was the only one in the group who moved to investigate the sound, the rest of us only stared. Vash opened the locker with zero hesitation, which is another thing I noticed about him. The blond man gasped when he saw what was in the locker.
A child, all curled up in the corner of the metal rectangle. The little kid was surprised when he saw Vash staring down at him. Mischa began to growl once again, the same growl he made in the car. Soon after he started barking, startling the child. I looked down at him in confusion as his barking got louder.
